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I'm here to share a very sad tidbit about my brain. In fact in noting this, I am betraying myself as I write.
I was just reading some articles on www.aldaily.com , which is an awesome website for all sorts of intellectual stuff, and as I was halfway through an article about this writer, and alarm went off in my head. A much too familiar alarm. It said, "Why are you reading this? This is too time consuming, you could me doing much more fun and mindless things such as updating lj or checking your email again, or playing a dumb computer game...". It felt so academic that the alarm automatically went off. This is why I can't get things done and also why I don't do interesting, fulfilling things such as reading or playing music that could bring me much more happiness in the long run (and in the short run, if I could only turn that damn alarm off). With that, I am sorry to have written this entry and I shall go back to reading my article on Harold Bloom.
I was just reading some articles on www.aldaily.com , which is an awesome website for all sorts of intellectual stuff, and as I was halfway through an article about this writer, and alarm went off in my head. A much too familiar alarm. It said, "Why are you reading this? This is too time consuming, you could me doing much more fun and mindless things such as updating lj or checking your email again, or playing a dumb computer game...". It felt so academic that the alarm automatically went off. This is why I can't get things done and also why I don't do interesting, fulfilling things such as reading or playing music that could bring me much more happiness in the long run (and in the short run, if I could only turn that damn alarm off). With that, I am sorry to have written this entry and I shall go back to reading my article on Harold Bloom.